Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

"Hmm... what did you change it to?"

Shen Jin looked down at her, his fox-like eyes curved, the glint in them like a honey-soaked blade.

He didn't answer immediately, but slowly raised his hand, placed his palm on her burning cheek, and pressed his fingertips against her full lips.

He pressed down on her slightly parted red lips and slowly slid down.

"Didn't Miss Lin already guess?" Shen Jin's voice was extremely soft. "Ah, I suddenly remembered that Miss Lin's tutor was also sent by me. It seems that she did a good job teaching her."

"Um……"

Lin Zhiyao's mind was gradually turning into a mess. At this moment, she only instinctively felt that the hand was cool and comfortable.

She subconsciously tilted her head, as if not wanting him to escape, grabbed his arm with both hands, and rubbed her burning face against his palm.

When she realized what she had done, Lin Zhiyao froze, overwhelmed by shame and indignation.

But soon, that feeling became more and more obvious, making her body honestly snuggle into Shen Jin's arms.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, knowing the danger, yet instinctively seeking coolness.

Lin Zhiyao rubbed her cheek against his neck, which was cool to the touch, and she couldn't help but sigh comfortably.

His hot breath pressed against Shen Jin's ear.

Shen Jin chuckled softly.

The laughter reverberated deep within her chest, reaching Lin Zhiyao's ear and sending chills down her spine more intensely than the effects of the medicine.

He tightened his arms around her waist, lifting her up completely. Lin Zhiyao's embroidered shoes left the ground, hanging limply, and her skirt followed suit, tangling around the hem of his python robe.

"What's the rush?"

Shen Jin placed her on the rosewood armchair, then leaned over her, one hand on the armrest, the other raised, his thumb pressing lightly against her lower lip, a meaningful gesture. "This is just the beginning."

Lin Zhiyao leaned back in her chair, her loose black hair covering her shoulders.

She was panting, her gaze drifting unfocused to his face. She saw Shen Jin's crimson lips slightly curved, the deep color in his fox-like eyes darkening inch by inch, his Adam's apple bobbing deeply, like a venomous snake preparing to hunt.

"You... Hmph..."

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth as if to say something, but only a soft moan escaped her lips.

Shen Jin lowered his head, his nose brushing against her earlobe, his breath warm against the fine downy hairs of her ear, and slowly added:

"That's been replaced with something good, Miss Lin... enjoy it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jin turned his head and kissed Lin Zhiyao's neck tenderly.

The room was filled with lingering sounds.

Lin Zhiyao slumped into the chair, her arms limply resting on the armrests beside her. If Shen Jin hadn't been supporting her with his arms, she wouldn't have been able to sit up at all.

……

Lin Zhiyao felt her body getting hotter and hotter, and the cumbersome fabric fell down like water, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to block it.

Until the heart is exposed to the air.

A sudden chill ran through my body.

Lin Zhiyao jolted awake, a bit of clarity returning to her muddled mind. "Ugh...you, you let me go..."

She was filled with shame and indignation. She raised her hand to push him away, but when her fingertips touched his clothes, she felt weak and powerless, as if she were offering herself to him.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, took her hand, and hung it back on his neck. His cool skin pressed against her burning palm, as if enticing her to press closer.

"Miss Lin, before you say that, please take your hand off me first. It would be more convincing if you did."

Lin Zhiyao then realized that her other arm was tightly wrapped around his neck. She hurriedly let go and pulled back as if she had been burned.

She looked like she had been bullied badly; her almond-shaped eyes shimmered with tears, a mixture of shame, indignation, and frustration.

But Shen Jin didn't give her a chance to dodge. His kiss landed again, this time on her red lips. Unlike the previous peck, it was more forceful and persistent.

Lin Zhiyao was forced to tilt her head back to endure the scent of agarwood, which filled her nostrils with a cold and strong aroma. Mixed with the slight sweat on Shen Jin's body, it made her fever rise even more.

After being kissed by Shen Jin in a daze for a while, Lin Zhiyao completely lost her mind and only instinct remained.

Soon, she felt it was too hot, so hot that she was shivering all over and couldn't cool down at all, which made her very uncomfortable.

Lin Zhiyao turned her head away, pushed Shen Jin's chest, and her red lips followed the path down, brushing past his chin and finally landing on his Adam's apple, which was even colder. So she bit down on it, seemingly mistaking the protrusion for an ice cube and trying to swallow it to cool it down. But she couldn't get what she wanted for a long time, so she became even more anxious, like a kitten that had found an ice cube and kept nudging and eating into the iceberg.

A muffled groan escaped from Shen Jin's throat.

Lin Zhiyao, however, seemed to have found some refreshing ice jade, like a greedy little beast.

……

Shen Jin grabbed her wrist and pulled her away, narrowing his fox-like eyes, his gaze intense and his breathing noticeably heavier.

"Miss Lin..." Shen Jin's voice was hoarse, "You really aren't afraid of death."

Lin Zhiyao looked up at him, her lips red and her almond-shaped eyes moist. She nestled softly into his arms, her little feet climbing haphazardly up his back, as if searching for a cool spot.

Shen Jin could no longer tolerate it.

He scooped her up from the chair. Lin Zhiyao was suspended in mid-air. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and felt her hot breath on his skin.

Shen Jin strode around the screen and through the beaded curtain. Inside the hall, a canopy bed was draped with a smoky blue gauze curtain. He placed the person on the bed and then covered himself with it.

……

Lin Zhiyao sank into the soft brocade quilt, her black hair spread across the pillow, her skin glowing with a captivating pink hue, stunningly beautiful.

Shen Jin leaned over Lin Zhiyao, looking down at her like this. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily. He raised his hand, his fingertips hooking the edge of her breast, slowly and deliberately...

"Well……"

Lin Zhiyao tried to dodge, but Shen Jin easily stopped her, allowing the cool breeze to pass by easily.

"Now you know to hide?"

Shen Jin leaned down, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice almost a whisper, "Weren't you quite capable with me just now? Hmm?"

Lin Zhiyao turned her head away, biting her lower lip and remaining silent, but a hint of moisture welled up in the corner of her eyes.

Upon seeing this, Shen Jin gently wiped her eye with his thumb, then moved it down to press against her red lips.

"Don't bite it," Shen Jin said. "If you bite it and damage it, I'll be heartbroken."

He withdrew his hand and instead moved it down her collarbone.

…………

……

Lin Zhiyao collapsed onto the cold, soft quilt, feeling utterly powerless.

"Miss Lin, it tastes very good."

Shen Jin looked up at her, his fox-like eyes filled with a deep smile, and his lips even more alluring.

He raised his hand to wipe his lips, chuckled softly against her chest, and said in a muffled voice, "It hasn't officially started yet, Miss Lin."

Lin Zhiyao didn't even have the strength to shake her head. She just turned her face away and buried her flushed cheeks in the pillow.

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